Tears taste like sea water
My identity is dying - slowly, gradually, daily.
I'm starting to shed that which I used to be. Effortlessly. Like the drifting away of an identity that isn't needed anymore.
I'm starting to see my own...
The unknown
04
Mar
From moment to moment, ready or unready, I walk into the unknown
and enter a space of time never lived before.
From moment to moment, prepared or unprepared, I walk,
uncertain about the outcome,
unsure of how things...
The answer
25
Feb
What do you do when you don't know what to do?
What do you think when you don't know what to think?
What do you say when you don't know what to say?